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Thursday, April 30, 2009

What Would Tally Atwater Do?

Ok, so I officially have my own column in the fabulous HQ Magazine distributed here in New Jersey. The column is titled:


"Is This Thing On? My Life as a TV HOST".




Naturally, this is a writers dream to have a column chronicle their career. I am officially no longer a blogger, but a COLUMNIST with a two page spread! I know, I know...I'm full of butterflies!

As my psychic friend, Linda Lauren (http://lindalauren.blogspot.com) says, "the excitement mounts"....and whilst that mound grows taller, my first looming deadline begins to shrink. My column must combine an interview with a fabulous person, as well as a connection to a funny family story that somehow relates.







Fabulous person, fabulous person....let's see...I am covering the red carpet for the NJ Hall of Fame this weekend. Apparently Bon Jovi is being inducted and hopefully will walk the runway in my direction. That would be a great interview.

Shaquille O'Neal is also being inducted and I would really enjoy speaking with him, as well. My dad is a basketball fanatic and when I was a little girl he enrolled me on an all boys basketball team for two seasons. I think he only did this so he could be a coach. He also started calling me "Jay". I think he did that because secretly, he'd wished I were a boy. Who am I kidding...it was never on the DL...he made it very clear.

We would bicker terribly in the morning before practice, as I was crimping my side ponytail and trying to turn my atrocious team uniform into couture. Ultimately, I was a hot mess. To this day when I hear a whistle blow I have flashbacks of endless dribbling drills, three point lines and concern over my visible training bra straps. Scratch that...concern over the fact I was the only one wearing a training bra. Oh, to be ten again!

This didn't seem to phase my father one bit. "Shut your face...nothing but net", he would say. Oh, Dad...fifteen years later and he's still, "Baaaall-in'".

And the intelligent specimen I am, I've learned to speak his language. My Dad has quite the history of "foot in mouth in public", (FIMIP), syndrome. Today when Dad seems to be teatering on another episode of "FIMIP" we keep his feet firmly planted on the ground by saying, "traveling" and give the signal just like a basketball referee. He immediately responds, in turn, by refraining from embarassing comments in front of friends and strangers alike.

You may call it behavior modification....I call it...Brilliant...

This is the Show that Doesn't End....

Here are two clips from a show I host/produce in Westfield. Enjoy!





Monday, April 13, 2009

You're Gonna Find Yourself Somewhere, Somehow...



Three little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I don't need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.

Maybe sometimes, we've got it wrong, but it's alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
Oh, don't you hesitate.

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely,
Sipping tea in the bar by the roadside,
(just relax, just relax)
Don't you let those other boys fool you,
Got to love that afro hair do.

Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.
Don't you think it's strange?

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

'Twas more than I could take, pity for pity's sake
Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer?
Do what you want to.

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

Oh, you're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow

Up Close and Personal...

Any time I need to add a spring to my stiletto, I think of Tally Atwater and watch Up Close and Personal....it's the first time I saw the romance in journalism...

And when I need a REAL pick-me-up....I call for my reinforcements below and we Paint the Town Jersey....

Good Times with Good Friends...


This is my friend Terron....he always tells the truth and makes me feel pretty...





This is my friend Paul....he's a graphic designer in NYC...uber-talented and sexy in that artsy, eclectic way...



I see the world through rose colored glasses after a pretty cocktail with pretty people...

We're Off to See the Wizard...

Ok, so I totally have an appropriate excuse as to why I've been MIA-DOA on the blogspot lately....I've been LIVING MY LIFE!

...And, I totally recommend you do so immediatley....with a handsome man, naturally...



Here are some photos of my travels below:

BIG HUG!



Me and my Man Friend were at a diner in Jersey and after we finished our Friday brunch, we hopped in the car and drove to Kennebunkport, Maine!





After the five hour drive we explored the beach!



And of course we tried the fabulous local grub...




Forget what your parents told you....play with your food...it's fun!



There's always room for Vodka!




Man friend helped me devour that bad boy!




A five hour drive home means time for 5 Hour Energy!



And it's Teepy Time for the blogger:




The lesson from today's blog is:

Live Your Life and Knock Yourself Out! =)